S n i g g e r y Woods. 1943 by Ted McIlvenna
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I remember S n i g g e r y Woods where adventure beckoned with wooden thumb. To me and you and everyone.
To cross the bridge over the brook, it was so exciting to dare to take a closer look.
There to find so magically, this place of nature's mystery,
Cheetah the chimp, Tarzan and Jane, would swing through the trees and play your game.
Mowgli and friends from the Jungle Book. They all played with me and you.
Peter Pan,Wendy lost boys too, Old Captain Hook and all his Crew.
I remember them all in days so true.
Now its just sad for S n i g g e r y Woods, that beautiful magic now has gone.
No mystical place for the young to roam. Not for children on their own!
But S n i g g e r y is still S n i g g e r y, its just old and tired and lost its trust, to vandalism and human lust.
Some still love you S n i g g e r y Woods, to those you gave all that's good. Remember us young and never grown!
And S n i g g e r y good friend, You are never alone!
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